Little Talks

"I don't like walking around this old and empty house."~"Are you sure about this Zayn?" I asked with my hands grasping over the railing, wind blowing through my hair. "Don't worry." He tells me. "I'm nervous as much as you. But these little talks don't last long."My summer was basically ruined thanks to my mother. After high school graduation, she forced me to work on the cruiseline she owns instead of giving me a choice if I want to like my older sister. But the first day of the cruise, the first day I saw them being complete dumbos. That day I didn't know that I would love one of them. Zayn was right, these little talks don't last long.

28. Don't resent me

I stare at him. "Did you just ask me to be your..." I pause to make sure Perrie is not around. She wasn't. "Girlfriend?"

Zayn nodded. "I can break up with Perrie when the cruise is done."

"Zayn, this is not what you think!" I begin. "Perrie is a very beautiful girl who is an awesome singer, whom which you are very lucky to have. And then you have me, an ugly cruise line employee who your friend/fellow band mate just raped and got arrested. Which do you want?"

He gets closer to me. "You." He answers. "I choose you. Even if you were a Pokemon, I'd still choose you."

I smirk. "Did you just use the 'if you were a Pokemon, I'd choose you' pick-up line?"

He turns a bright red. "But what if Perrie finds out that we've been keeping a secret relationship? Won't you have to deal with her then?"

"Okay, now I sort of take that back." He answered. "But I know you're still the one."

"Did you just say one of your song lyrics?" I ask again. Then we break out into laughter. I sigh. "Are you sure about this Zayn?" I asked with my hands grasping over the railing, wind blowing through my hair.

"Don't worry." He tells me. "I'm nervous as much as you, but these little talks don't last long."

Little talks. They don't last long. He's right.

"Okay." I reply. "I'll be your girlfriend. But!" I pause. "We will keep this a secret. No telling anyone, or else we'll get too much attention with the media. Deal?" I extend my hand.

"Deal." He takes it. As we're shaking. We hear a voice.

"Sorry everyone! Some dude dressed like me locked me up in the janitor's closet. So what did I miss?"

Everyone's mouths drop, even my mom's.

It was Harold Edward Styles.

A/N: Dun dun DUUUNNN!! So it wasn't Harry that raped Britta! Who do you think it was? So... 3:00 am update. Enjoy. Maddie